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“Well, get to it.”

Yes, Cade thought, she was just what he needed tonight. Even though he wished it was someone else in his arms. Pushing those thoughts away he sat up, taking Shannon with him.

“Get the pillows,” he told Mark.

They kept a stack of giant floor pillows by the hearth and now Mark pulled them onto the floor and arranged them so they almost formed a king-sized bed.

“I’m on the bottom tonight,” Justin said. “Cade, we agreed. Right?”

“You got it, little brother.”

He wanted Shannon’s ass, anyway.

Justin down on his back on the pillows, stroking his swollen cock and eyeing Shannon’s flushed body. Cade opened the drawer of a large squat table, took out the box inside and removed a condom, which he handed to Justin. He watched while his brother expertly rolled the latex on to his shaft before removing another one and a small tube.

“Come here, baby,” Justin coaxed. “I’m ready and waiting for you.”

She straddled his body, Cade’s hands on her hips steadying her as she lowered herself on to Justin’s hard erection.

“Lean forward, Shannon.” Cade’s voice was rough with lust. “You know how to do it, sugar.”

As soon as she had taken Justin completely inside her, she tilted her body enough that Justin could cup her breasts and pull one of her nipples into his mouth. With her ass tilted in the air, Cade knelt behind her, squeezed some of the gel from the tube onto a finger then applied it generously to her tight anus.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, as he slid one finger deep inside her.

“Still just as hot,” Cade groaned, adding more lube and a second finger. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside you again.”  

After sheathing himself, he spread the cheeks of her ass wide again, positioned the head of his dick at her opening then slowly but steadily thrust inside her. He could feel the thick length of Justin’s cock through the thin membrane separating the two channels and the sensation made him even hotter. Harder. His balls ached so badly he didn’t think he could stand it much longer.

“Your turn, Mark,” he instructed his brother. ”Shannon, lift your head.”

For some women what came next might have been awkward but Shannon had played their games with them often enough that she knew the drill. Knew just how to accommodate them. As Mark knelt beside her she turned her head and opened her mouth to allow his cock to slide in over her tongue.

“Got you filled up now, sugar,” Cade crooned, gripping her hips to steady himself.

The music changed again, this time to a heavy, fast, thumping beat and in perfect coordination the brothers began to move.

In, out. Back, forth.

Justin sucked noisily on Shannon’s breasts while Mark and Cade made harsh, sensual sounds.

In, out. Back, forth.

The music pumped its beat into the room and the Thompson brothers pumped their cocks into Shannon. As the music reached a crescendo—a fast drum riff, a squealing guitar, the heavy bass—and exploded in a burst of sound, the three brothers exploded into her body. Cade felt Justin spurting his hot release as his gave up his own, hot liquid against hot liquid. Mark let out a shout as he emptied himself into Shannon’s mouth.

As if on cue, the music changed again, the slow, mellow sound of
It’s All Over Now
washing over them.

How appropriate,
Cade thought as he eased himself from Shannon’s tight grasp and stood to dispose of the condom.

The air was thick with the heady aroma of sex and the sweat that covered each of them. Mark collapsed onto a pillow, stroking his now limp shaft. Justin lay back, spent, as Cade helped Shannon ease herself from his brother’s body. She tumbled to the side, her entire body flushed with the afterglow of raunchy sex, eyes dilated, full lips open and panting.

Cade lowered himself to another of the cushions, dragging oxygen back into his lungs. Fucking Shannon had given him the physical release he’d needed. Why, then, as he closed his eyes for a moment, did another face swim before his eyes? A face framed in thick, lustrous black hair. A face with violet eyes burning with heat. With sensuous lips partly open as if waiting for his tongue or his cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He had a feeling he was in deep trouble. And he wasn’t sure how to get out of it.

Chapter Two

 

 

 

Marti leaned on the bar and sipped at the cold drink she’d poured for herself from one of the taps. It was Monday morning, the first Monday of the month, and she was doing the inventory for the month. Sundays they were closed, thank the Lord, giving her time to rest up from what was always a wild and noisy weekend. While Treble Shooters and Spring Valley were definitely different than San Antonio had been—or Austin or Dallas or Houston—and the clubs she’d worked there, she’d discovered there was a lot more action around this place than she’d expected.

Not that she was complaining. The harder she worked, the easier it was to forget all the troubles that had chased her here. She swallowed a sigh as she filled out the inventory order. She’d started a small lunch menu a couple of weeks ago. About a month after she’d started, she realised people would peek in during the day who just wanted a quick burger and a beer. The business was small but steady. The Thompson brothers were surprised at the steady clientele, but pleased. 

She liked the people who came into the bar, even if it did get rowdy on the weekends. But hell, she was used to ranch hands letting off steam. They weren’t nearly as bad as the rodeo riders she’d had to deal with.

The Thompsons had pretty much given her free rein once they realised she knew what she was doing. It made for a great work situation, especially with the free apartment on the second floor. Cade, the oldest one, had explained how and why they’d bought the bar, and how they’d fumbled along with temporary help until she’d answered their ad.

Her references had all checked out, but she’d known they would. She was just glad they hadn’t felt it necessary to check into her personal life. Marti sighed when she thought about all the reasons she’d come here to this little town. Her personal relationships had burned her badly—men who said they understood her needs then threw them in her face. When she’d been hired to manage Treble Shooters, she decided maybe she ought to give up a personal life altogether. Less hassle. Finding someone who didn’t think she was weird…

Don‘t go there.

Marti finished writing the inventory. In a minute she’d fax it to the liquor distributor. Yesterday, she’d driven into Kerrville to the grocery to restock her kitchen supplies, so she was all set there. She was startled to hear the back door opening and for a moment she tensed with unpleasant anticipation until she heard Cade Thompson call out.

“Just me, Marti.” His boot heels clicked on the floor as he made his way down the short hall and into the main part of the honky tonk.

“Hey, Cade.”

She sensed him even before he walked up to the end of the bar. It was hard not to sense Cade Thompson. As tall as his brothers, he had the broad shoulders and lean hips of a stereotypical cowboy…but there was nothing stereotypical about this man. His rugged face shouted masculinity, the square jaw and slash of cheekbones setting the stage for eyes as brown as coffee with thick, dark brown lashes. His faded chambray work shirt hugged his muscular frame and was tucked into worn jeans that clung to his hips like an old friend. He oozed testosterone in an amount that Marti was sure should be illegal.

Of course,
all
the brothers were hot, hot, hot. And Daisy, the waitress who worked at night, was only too happy to share the gossip with her about their high-flying sex lives. Too bad she had sworn off sex. The Thompson brothers might be just what she was looking for.

Nope. Don’t go there. You don’t fuck the bosses.

But holy hell, when she looked at the man approaching, her breasts ached and cream gushed in her pussy.

They hadn’t been in, any of them, since a week ago Friday night, when they’d left with the hot sexy blonde who’d plastered herself all over Cade on the dance floor. Of course, he’d been doing some plastering, too. Marti had bitten back the tiny flare of unexpected jealousy and done her best to banish it from her mind. But that night when she’d gone to bed, she couldn’t help remembering everything Daisy had gossiped about. Couldn’t help imagining the brothers—especially Cade—doing all those things with the blonde. Her sleep had been anything but restful.

Now, as she looked at him, she wished she’d taken a little more time with her appearance, but she hadn’t expected to see anyone. In a hurry to get things squared away in the bar, she’d pulled on an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt and tugged her hair back into a ponytail. Treble Shooters wouldn’t open for lunch for another hour. Plenty of time, she’d thought, to change clothes and swipe on some mascara and lip gloss. She hadn’t expected Cade Thompson to just drop in.

Trying to be casual about it, she grabbed the work shirt she’d tossed onto the bar and pulled it on in an effort to cover the nipples poking against her T-shirt. Not much she could do about her damp crotch, so she just hoped the scent of her musk wouldn’t carry on the air. She grabbed her drink and drained it, wishing it would cool her down, then smoothed back a few strands of hair.

Cade stopped about ten feet from her, his mouth kicking up in that devastating grin.

“Had to run to the feed store and just thought I’d stop by and check on things. We haven’t really taken much time to talk to you, my brothers and me, in the past couple of weeks.”

“I hear it’s branding time out at the Treble T. That must take up all the hours in the day.”

“And then some.” He grinned. “Besides, you run this place so well, you don’t even seem to need us. But I figured as long as I was in town I’d stop in and make sure things were okay for you. See if there was anything you needed.”

“I’m doing just great. Thanks for asking.” She took a step back. Then another. Getting too close to Cade Thompson was a very bad idea. 

“Apartment working out okay?” he asked.

“Perfect. I really appreciate having it.”

He shrugged. “No problem. It would just go to waste anyway. So. You’ve got everything under control here?”

“Absolutely.”
Except I wish I could see you naked.

“Good, good. Glad to hear it.”

He was watching her with those coffee-brown eyes, a penetrating gaze that seemed to see right inside her. Marti’s stomach clenched and a pulse throbbed deep inside her womb.

“Um, can I get you something, Cade? Coffee? A beer?”

His mouth curved in that heart-stopping grin again. “A little early for beer, but I’ll take a cup of coffee if you’ve got some.”

“Sure. Um, I’ll get it for you right now.” She had to walk past him to get to the coffee pot. “Why don’t you, um, take a seat?”

“I’m good.” He was still grinning and there was something so sensual about it, she felt her knees weaken.

“O-Okay.” What was the matter with her? She couldn’t seem to get one sentence out without stammering.

She walked to the end of the bar near to where he was leaning on the long polished wood counter and bent down to take a mug out of the lower cupboard. He was so close she couldn’t help brushing against him. The moment their bodies made contact, electricity zinged through her with such force she almost dropped the mug.

“You okay, Marti?” His tone of voice held a tinge of amusement.

“Uh, fine. Yes. Good.”

She was trembling slightly when she set the mug on the bar and Cade closed his big warm hand over hers. God, his touch was enough to melt her panties.

Do not screw up this job. Do not. Do not.

“Marti.” His voice was low and deep. “Look at me.”

She forced herself to raise her eyes to his. He took his Stetson off and set it on the end of the bar. His grin had morphed into a sensual smile.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his hand still holding hers.

“Why, no, Cade.” She forced a calmness she definitely did not feel. “Should I be?”

“Definitely not.” His hand slid over her wrist and along her arm, his fingers reaching beneath the rolled-up sleeve of her shirt to stroke the skin of her forearm.

Marti was afraid she might actually have a full meltdown right there.

“Your, um, coffee’s getting cold,” she pointed out. But she didn’t move her arm. In fact, she seemed unable to move any part of her body—a body that was suddenly throbbing with such intense need she knew he had to sense it.

Cade stroked her arm once more before lifting his hand to touch a finger to the hollow of her throat.

“Your pulse is beating like a drum,” he commented, rubbing his finger back and forth over the tell-tale spot. “If you’re not afraid of me then it must be something else. Want me to guess what it is?”

She shook her head mutely, mesmerised by his gaze.

His hand slid up to cup her chin. “See, here’s the thing. My brothers and me, we never mix business with pleasure. Unwritten rule. I think you feel the same way.”

She nodded, all the while thinking,
For you, I’d break every rule in the book.

“But every once in a while some rules are made to be broken. Don’t you agree?”

Again she just nodded, incapable of speech. She wanted Cade Thompson in her bed more than she wanted her next breath. Along with everything else she knew he had to offer. Because he had no idea that his idea of fun and games and hers were pretty much the same. The problem was, Daisy had also told her that the Thompson brothers simply used women as playthings, never forming any attachments. And the women were so turned on by the sexual adventures they didn’t care. Just lined up to take their turn.

But Marti had been down that road already and been burned more than once. She was tired of just being another notch on someone’s bedpost because her sexual desires reached outside the lines. She wanted something a little more. But she didn’t think she was going to get it at the Treble T, and if she gave into her urges, accepted Cade’s unspoken invitation, how would she survive afterwards when she became just another name on their list?

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